The Savannah tribune. [volume] (Savannah [Ga.]) 1876-1960, 1887-08-06

He took hold of the plow handles as
he spoke, started the horses, and left
her, her eyes full Of angry tears.
"He might as we'll have said what he
meant" she thought, springing down
and starting for the house. "He thinks
l ought to cook and make butter and
work like servant girl, when have
studied so hard and tried to make my
self lady, that he might not be ashamed
of me-"
AS she drew near the house the sting
of Johns words penetrated more and
more through the crust she had drawn
over her heart, until fresh stab had met
her at the door, Looking in at the open
door, she saw a white head bowed in
weeping, slight figure shaken by sobs.
Quickly through all the selfshness,
self-reproach struck at the girls heart,
and in a moment she was on her knees
beside the low chair, her arms around
the weeping woman.
"0h, Aunt Mary, what is ito Oh
please don't cry sol Oh, what has hap
penedW
"Why, Daisy, dear"-through sobs
that would not be checked at a moments
notice-"dont mind me; Pm only tired,
dearie-onIy tired"
'Now, 1 will darken the window,
Daisy said, and you are to rest! Sleep,
if you can, until dinner time"
"But, Daisy, you cannot make the
dinner"
Il will try, was the quick reply; and
Aunt Mary submitted.
Washing the potatoes, Smelling peas,
frying ham, making coffee, all allowed
thought to be busy, and Daisy sighingly
put away some of her day dreams over
her homely tasks.
She had taken off her founces and hat
and put on plain dress and large check
apron before she began to work, and she
was rather astonished as her kitchen
duties progressed to find herself happier
than she had been since she returned
home.
When John came to dinner he was as
tonished to find Aunt Mary "quite
dressed up" as she blushingly said, in
clean print dress and white apron, her
dear old face showing no sign of heat or
WEAKNESS, while Daisy, with added
bloom and bare white arms, was carry
ing in the dinner.
"The new girl, at your service" she
said saucily, as she pulled down her
sleeves. Dinner is ready, sir"
But her lips quivered as he bent over
her and whispered, "God bless YOU dear!
Forgive me if was too hasty this morn
ing"
John said but little as the day wore
on and still found Daisy at her post. 1t
was not in the nature of things for Aunt
Mary to sit with folded hands, but it be-
came Daisy's task to inaugurate daily
maps, to see that only the light work
came to the older hands, to make daily
work less of toll and more of pleas
ure.
And the young girl herself was sur
prised to find how much she enjoyed
the life that had seemed to her a mere
drudgery.
Once more came a June day when
Daisy sat in the fields and John stood
leaning against the fence beside her.
Four years of earnest, loving work
had left traces upon both young faces,
ennobling them, and yet leaving to them
all the glad content that rewards we'll
doing.
Many hours of seIf-denial both had
met bravely many deprivations both
had borne we'll. Daisy wore a black
dress and upon the hat in Johns hand
was band of Grape, but through sad
ness of their voices there yet rang tone
Of happiness.
''You love me, Daisy2" John said TO
her.
"When have not loved you" she
answered.
'And you will be my wife2 Darling,
Ihave long loved you, but after Aunt
Mary was stricken down with paralysis
would not ask you to take up new
duties. Now she needs you no longer,